Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Mars,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.